The Power of Purely Becoming

What Hamlet saw

In the fall of a sparrow

I see much more clearly

In the upward thrust

Of the amaryllis flower

Which must now be

Yet is still to come

Brought to the brink

By its unfolding power

Readiness is all

(though nothing still)

Wrapped in its leaves

Until the opening hour

As it prepares to leave

What is now behind

Not so much in being otherwise
As in blooming which also

Means more purely becoming

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To bloom or not to bloom - photo by M. Bridge